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A note from Richard

V2Melody will close at midnight on 20 January 2028

This site has been a retirement project in musical poetry: poems chosen with care and set to music, offered freely for as long as it felt right to keep the garden open.

After the death of my mother, the work no longer holds the place it once did in my life. I have gone as far with it as I wish to go. Like a sand mandala, it was made to be completed and then released. I am not attached to its permanence, and I do not believe any of it needs to last beyond the time it was given.

My wife and I are simplifying our days. The server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit the quieter life we want.

From 4 November 2026 I will not be adding new poems or musical poems to the site.

Until midnight on 20 January 2028, Spanish time, everything remains available exactly as it is. That is when my VPS server contract comes to an end, and it will not be renewed. After that, the server will be switched off and the site will disappear.

Thank you to anyone who found a poem, a track, or a quiet moment here.

The pleasure was in the making.

Richard


Juliusz Słowacki — a remark

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“I have this moment when, almost in despair, I throw myself at the paper, wanting to cast handfuls of my soul upon people and transform them into myself.”

Original: a mam tę chwilę, że niby z jakąś rozpaczą rzucam się do papieru, chcąc garściami duszę moją rzucać na ludzi, przemieniać ich w siebie — Writing becomes an almost physical act of pouring the self into other people. · Letter to his mother, 28 November 1843 (Polish)

Juliusz Słowacki

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Juliusz Słowacki

4 September 1809–3 April 1849

Juliusz Słowacki was born on 4 September 1809 in Krzemieniec, in Volhynia, a town then located within the Russian Empire and now known as Kremenets in Ukraine. He died in Paris on 3 April 1849, not yet forty years old, but by then he had produced a body of poetry and drama of extraordinary range, daring, and…

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“The happiness of this earthly life is only a secondary thing, as all those know who have pursued happiness and found its fruit bitter.”

Original: Lecz to szczęście ziemskie jest tylko podrzędną rzeczą i wiedzą o tem wszyscy, którzy tylko za szczęściem gonili, i którym ten owoc w ustach zgorzkniał. — He places worldly happiness below the deeper spiritual purposes that increasingly governed his life. · Letter to his mother, 18 March 1843 (Polish)

“I often dream of the day when we shall live together in a modest country house with a fruit garden, and perhaps we shall be happy.”

Original: Marzę sobie, jak to my kiedyś zamieszkamy w skromnym dworku z owocowym sadem, jak będziem mieli co wieczór kilku miłych przyjaciół, a czasem pójdziemy do żydowskiej szopy, gdzie przy łojowych świeczkach będą włóczący się aktorowie grać komedyjki, umyślnie dla ciebie napisane. — The imagined future is modest, domestic and communal rather than grand or worldly. · Letter to his mother, 1842 (Polish)

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